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These muffs not only shut out all external sounds but also doubled as earphones for receiving instructions, a small flexible microphone being screwed to an upright both in front of and at the rear of each stall. They had all been attended to by the Breast Doctor, and even after a full day's recovery time were still hardly fit to continue their training program; but nevertheless continue they would. As they entered the bathroom Amber began to worry about how she was going to do this. Blonde Crystel Lei endures rough domination and is ordered to piss in a bowl Disgusting Humiliation: Amber turned to face her attacker. Female harness, Male harness, and the unisex Thigh harness.

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To make her hands look like hooves she painted her knuckles and half of the tops of her hands white and the rest of her hands and arms black. She could not afford a pony of her own, but hoped that she might be able to save up some money and take a vacation out of the city that would involve horses and riding. Amber was aware of someone moving up next to her. She would be so helpless. Fortunately for both women another pair of ponygirls were by now due for dressage training in their place; they were ordered to halt at the next half-circuit, legs trembling uncontrollably and both on the verge of collapse. They were connected together with a single pole of about twelve inches.

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Brunettes hardcore teens Dutch girl gets sexlessons I saw that her stablelad's pouch strained to contain what was by now a full erection. An agonised scream was heard behind the gag, and the frantic woman began to thrash around on her frame in absolute agony. I was surprised that she had not passed out with the pain, but suddenly realised she had even worse to contend with as the Breast Doctor commenced his final task. High quality and creative BDSM with hardcore girl sex. Her wide, piercing eyes were a deep blue colour, and in my opinion she was strikingly attractive.

But both ponies were bitted and communication was not to be. As she passed, weeping softly inside the prison of her tightly-buckled hood, I turned briefly to study the upraised, jiggling buttocks as her long, slim legs pushed the frame along; the red and mauve weals inflicted by Kamal still looked fresh. We reached stall number one and I looked inside. Home of Night of Torture Tokyo Whores: Amber had shied away, but a jerk on her reins brought her back in line. I heard the click-clacking of high heels, the stern commands of the stablelads, the slap of leather on flesh as the strops were used to maintain good deportment, and the whimpering and sobbing from within the tight leather helmets. Really a night, but pony costumes were the look of the day.